A perfect backdrop rises across the water.Its tones and highlights reverse the coloration of the bird.
Fractured cliffs juxtapose the smooth coherence of flight.
The heron gathers for its moment of ascent.
Animation springs from its eye, its summoning eye.
The wings unveil their repertoire.
The eye compels extension
into feathered spinnakers.
Wings tuck and return aloft, sculling the air.
Feathers part in upstroke. The air slides by.
A ripple crosses the quarry.
I consider an apology for the intrusion
that forces it to a distant shore,
but fly home with my treasure.